This post is actually going to be about two entirely separate issues. Mostly it will be about this one: discipline and how sometimes I feel like I’m the one being punished and a little about this: Children’s haircutteries.
Issue one: This whole discipline and standing by WHAT I SAID thing comes back and bites me in the arse more often than not. In my head, I hear that sarcastic voice of mine taunting, “Newsflash! Parenting requires sacrifice and it’s often inconvenient!”
As soon as I set the limits and “or elses” for Carson, I know, I KNOW, that we’re headed down a slippery, yet sharp and jagged slope. Most likely we end up at the bottom of the cliff, both mildly injured and near tears.
I took Carson to get a haircut at a place that specializes in children’s haircuts. It’s the type of place where instead of regular seats, kids can pick to sit in a race car or fire truck…, they get to watch a video during the haircut, and they get a balloon when they’re all done. Fun! What’s NOT to like about a place like this if you’re two??? I specifically chose this place because we’ve been twice before and Carson hasn’t thrown a fit or cried. It seemed logical to go back, right?
“Newsflash dumbass! Logic and toddler are incompatible words! FAIL.”
I had an extensive talk with Carson about what would happen WHEN he was a good boy and got his haircut. I promised a trip to the holy land of Target. He LOVES Target (and Meijer), so I figured that it would be a great reward AND I could get the Method shower cleaner Becky told me about or the automatic one Charming Driver told me about AND it’s right across the street. Carson was very excited at the prospect of going to Target.
Carson screamed bloody murder during the entire haircut. Of COURSE he did.
I sweated like a pig.
As we were leaving, Carson started in with the begging to go to Target. I remained silent the entire walk to the car, as Carson repeated over and over, “I ready to go Target.”
Here’s the thing. I STRONGLY considered just going ahead and going RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET to Target and saying SCREW parental responsibility JUST THIS ONCE so I could go and get the BLEEPING shower cleaner that we’re completely out of and we have guests coming on Friday and now I’ll just waste the VERY EXPENSIVE gas having to COME BACK LATER. I didn’t want to discipline him this time. I WANTED TO GO TO TARGET. *pouts*
“Newsflash lady! You’re the parent. Do your job and PARENT.”
I KNOW. I KNOW. I KNOW. Alright.
I decided that since I had said that we’d go to Target ONLY if he made good choices while getting his haircut and he wailed the whole time, I HAD to prove my point and go home. I knew that giving in was just asking for more of the same and worse behavior in the future. Having to miss out on the NEEDED trip to Target pissed me off because I shouldn’t have used that as a reward in the first place!
GAH! I need to go back and read some of my child behavior modification stuff from the two million hours of inservice I sat through while working in the schools.
Issue the second: Where do they find the people to work in such a thankless environment as a children’s haircut shop? I know Carson is not the ONLY kid throw a conniption fit, so I can only imagine the sheer hell of cutting these little tyrants’ hair.
He is pretty cute with his new, Target-free haircut.